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Just when Ji Fei'er was about to say something, footsteps suddenly sounded outside. Su Limei drank all the wine in front of her in one gulp and then patted her head. "Quickly, get down."

"Get down? "What for?"

"Of course, he faked his death." The footsteps got closer and closer, and Ji Fei'er finally understood.

When he opened the door, all three of them were lying on the table